SO CAN I                                
                 
If the birds can keep on singing, so can I
Every day they take to feathered wings and fly.
If the smallest one should fall, my Father sees them all.
If the birds can keep on singing, so can I.
 
If the sun can keep on rising, so can I.
See it draw a golden arc across the sky.
And through the darkness of the night it’s only out of sight.
If the sun can keep on rising, so can I.
 
If the tides can keep on turning, so can I.
Through their faithful, constant rhythm low to high,
From the ebb of loss and pain to floods of joy again.
If the tides can keep on turning, so can I.
 
If the seasons keep on changing, so can I.
Cold and rain and sun the cycles give us life.
Not to change, is not to grow. Not to grow is death, and so
If the seasons keep on changing, so can I.
 
If the birds can keep on singing, so can I
Every day they take to feathered wings and fly.
If the smallest one should fall, my Father sees them all.
If the birds can keep on singing, so can I.

© Linda Bandelier   14 May 2020

When the Covid pandemic forced us into isolation and lock down, uncertainty and worry became everyday features. Surrounded by the world of nature I marvelled and found confidence in its constancy; the birds sang, the sun rose and set, the tides ebbed and flowed and the seasons turned and changed. So can I.